Rowankit//RiverClan//Kit//Female

[Lawly-Pop]

Name: Rowankit
Age: Four Moons
Do you Honor?: Yes, but sometimes she's influenced by Brackenkit's disbelief.
Mate:
Kits:
Gender: She-cat
Clan: RiverClan
Rank: Kit
Breed: Tabby Mix
Appearance:

She padded along the ground with tiny, needle-sharp kit claws. The pupils in her olive-colored eyes were constricted to narrow slits due to the sunlight. A tiny pink nose sniffed eagerly for anything interesting, the kitten's head turning as she scented the air. For a moment she froze in place, dropping down into a crouch. She was ready to pounce, and with the slight shake of her rear she was off.

Like a flash of orange tabby fur she dashed loudly across the camp. Being young as she was, the tabby didn't know how to hide the pitter-patter of her tiny kitten paws on the hard ground. She leaped, trapping her prey beneath two of her white paws. Her long, thin striped tail danced in excitement.

Her ears perked up and she started to turn, falling onto her back and exposing the white of her underbelly. The kitten heard a laugh and rolled over quickly. Her friend called her name in greeting. "Rowankit!"

Personality:

Rowankit is certainly a friendly kit. She doesn't know enemies, preferring to consider every cat that she has ever met her friend. Some may consider her naive, but Rowankit just ignores that. Her personal motto is "If you can't say anything nice, say nothing at all."

When she is talking to another cat, she will continue the conversation until the other cat decides to end it. She has an obsession with manners, and is compulsively tidy. She doesn't like to make work for others, and therefore is quite independent. Of course, she can't do everything on her own yet, but she is trying.

Rowankit doesn't understand how some cats can be quiet or grumpy. She thinks that it is a waste of her time. The queens often wish that she were a little quieter, especially when it is time for a nap, but no cat can help but smile around the little kit.

However, there is a downside to Rowankit's cheerfulness. Although it has only happened once during her kithood, sometimes her anger and sadness get the better of her. All of that bottled up emotion decides to leave her tiny kit brain in the only way possible. She blows up at the first thing that even slightly annoys or upsets her.

She is very protective of her brother Brackenkit, and is willing to fight to keep him safe and happy.

History:

Rowankit was born to a queen named Lightfur and a tom named Stripedtail. She has a brother named Brackenkit, and he is her best friend above any other. Although she and her brother were born in the same litter, Rowankit is a little bit older, and tends to act as the leader of their little games.

Perhaps one of the reasons why Rowankit is so optimistic is that she has never suffered tragedy. She knows that cats die, and has even seen a few dead cats. Never, however, had any cat close to her died. Sure, she was friendly with a few cats who are no longer around. She was sad for a little while, but she decided quickly that it was insulting to the dead warrior. Rowankit told her mother once that when she dies she doesn't want everyone to mope around, because she has always been a happy cat.

Roleplay Example:

Can the appearance count as both? Because you love me? Pretty please?

Pictures:

ROWANNNNNN

Codeword:

I got so excited to create my first cat that I accidentally jumped on it and broke it.

[.Rain.]

It can, but you have to meet the minimum for both combined, which you haven't.
I'm also going to make you add a little bit more to her history, because I want you to flesh it out some more.

Moving to Create a Character, because this is finished.
-eats Rowan's head-

[Lawly-Pop]

Fleshed. -salutes-

Now accept, pwetty pwease?

[.Rain.]

I see a couple of very minor grammar mistakes that we can overlook.

Accepted as optimistic kit of RiverClan.

I'm not playing Quick, though. Okay, maybe. xP. Nah, I really don't want him.